The little junior sister started acting like a monster again!

Before dawn the next day, Wen Li had packed up his tools and prepared to go to the fields. Wei Zi, who had been hiding around his fields, was waiting for an opportunity.

As expected, before going to the fields, Wen Li untied the purse and belt around his waist and placed them in a clean place next to the fields, leaving only his inner shirt on for his convenience in working and preparing to sow seeds.

Wei Zi saw that the time was almost up. If he delayed any longer, it would be even harder to take action when the sky became bright and people were coming and going, so he set off towards the fields.

Without saying a word, he pulled up the best-growing seedling next to his feet, and with a little force with both hands, the six-petal flower was torn into two halves. Wei Zi felt that it was not enough, so he folded it in half and tore it into four petals again. He threw it under his feet with satisfaction and stepped hard into the soil.

Wen Li heard the noise and turned around to see what Wei Zi was doing. Seeing that he had hurt the only seedling of the flower, he rushed to him in two steps, grabbed his collar and threw him three meters away.

He roared in agony, "What are you doing? Why are you destroying my things?"

No matter what, Wen Li had been working in the fields for several years. He looked not only big but also strong. Although they were of the same age, he was twice as strong as Wei Zi, not to mention his strength. It was easy for him to lift him up, with his feet off the ground. He was held like this and almost died in his hands.

But he was still quite happy that his most precious seedling had been killed, and he had no fear of him at all: "Why do you care about me? I just destroyed it because I didn't like it. What can you do to me?"

Wen Li was so angry that his tongue was tied: "You...you..." He pointed at him and couldn't say a word for a long time.

If it weren't for the mayor's face, he might really have taken action. Not only him, but those who fled here like him knew in their hearts that they had no choice, and everything they had now was given by the mayor.

If it weren't for the mayor, they would have no land, no house, and no new clothes. These were all given by the mayor, although he clearly said that they were free of charge, just to make their lives better.

But the feeling of living under someone else's roof is really unpleasant, especially because of their arrival, they were despised and disdained by the people who were originally born in Guxiang Town. They were like foreigners who invaded other people's territory.

They knew they were in the wrong, and were subsequently targeted, suppressed, and bullied, but they endured it all. They just wanted to live in peace, so why was it so difficult?

His uncle often told him to be patient, because after all, we were the ones who disturbed them first, and we should be grateful to the people who helped us, so how could we be right?

The field that Wen Li wanted to swing down, he would eventually let it go powerlessly. What was the point of not arguing with him about right and wrong?

Turning around and stopping looking at him, I continued to sow new seeds. It was a pity that I had wasted my brother's hard work.

Wen Musheng has never taken his eyes off his brother since he saw him. How could he not understand his brother's pain and helplessness?

Since coming to Guxiang Town, the uncle has been raising three brothers alone, and his body is becoming increasingly unable to cope. The three of them can only worry about it.

Until that day when his uncle had a fever and was bedridden, he went out of town to go to the famous Fushoutang to get some good medicine to treat his uncle.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of Fushou Hall, he saw a group of people crowded together, blocking the entrance. With his flexible body, he climbed in through the window and saw clearly that there were two people fighting with swords in the hall.

"Isn't this a pharmacy? Why are people fighting here?" Wen Musheng looked left and right but didn't see anyone coming out to stop them.

Standing next to him was a young man of about his height. After hearing what he said, he immediately became interested: "Hey, friend, are you new here?"

Wen Musheng didn't understand what he meant: "This is indeed my first time here..."

The young man pointed to the wall behind where the shopkeeper was standing. It was filled with boxes of medicine, dozens of them horizontally and dozens of them vertically, a total of one hundred boxes.

"did you see it?"

Wen Musheng nodded ignorantly.

The young man put his hand on his shoulder like a brother and introduced enthusiastically: "That's not surprising. This Fushoutang is different from other medicine shops. Every shelf is filled with the rarest medicinal herbs. Although they are expensive, they are hard to come by."

After hearing this, Wen Musheng became even more worried about whether he had enough low-grade spirit stones in his pocket. He was afraid that even if he sold all his money, it would not be enough for him to bring back a single herb.

The young man was oblivious to his predicament and chattered, "Whatever herbal remedy you want, if it's not available in other pharmacies, you can guarantee it here. That's why Fushoutang's prices are ten times higher than other pharmacies, yet it's never closed down and still has countless customers."

Wen Musheng felt a chill in his heart.

Seeing that he had remained silent, the young man assumed he was quiet and pointed at the two people competing: "Look at this. Fushoutang is quite good at doing things. Some medicinal herbs are almost priced sky-high here. To make things easier, they made some rules."

Wen Musheng pricked up his ears: "What rules?"

At this point, the young man's smile widened. "Every year, this day is Fu Shou Tang's competition day. Anyone with the courage can come out and compete. If you win, you can ask Fu Shou Tang for any medicinal herb you want, and take it away for free."

Wen Musheng couldn't believe it: "Really? Just giving it away for free?"

Seeing his big reaction, the young man was stunned for a moment: "Of course, otherwise what's the point of this competition? Look, the fellow Taoists competing here are all in the Qi Refining Stage, not even the Foundation Establishment Stage. If they get injured, they can only find good medicine to save their lives."

Finally, he didn't forget to complain: "It's getting so boring. Every year, it's just these Qi Refining stage brats fighting each other. There are no new faces at all."

However, he also knew that if a fellow Taoist was at the foundation-building stage, he probably wouldn't come to Fushoutang, after all, these medicinal herbs were not to their liking.

Including himself.

This time he actually met a new brother, which was an unexpected surprise.

Wen Musheng also knew his own strength. Let alone the Qi Refining Stage, he didn't even know how to introduce gas. He was just a mortal now.

But when I saw the words "Qili Cao" written on one of the boxes on the wall behind the shopkeeper, I thought of my uncle who was still lying in bed.

He decided to take a gamble. At worst... he would just die here. If he really died, only his elder brother and younger brother would be left at home, and the pressure would be less.

Seeing that one side had already been defeated, he asked loudly: "Who else wants to compete?"

Baring his teeth, he urged, "Are there any more? If not, I'll go get my reward."

Wen Musheng gritted his teeth and stood up, his voice small but firm: "I'll do it."

The people present saw such a small child coming forward to ask for a competition, and there was no spiritual energy on him, which made it even more obvious that he was just a little brat.

There was a fleeting silence, and the next second there was laughter.

"Hey little brother, stop joking. With your physique, you'll be kicked off the stage before you even have a firm foothold."

"That is to say, don't be so pessimistic."

"Why bother? If you can't afford expensive herbs, you can buy some cheaper ones elsewhere and take them as is."

"Instead of going on this journey, I might as well go back and plant sweet potatoes."

……

There were many people watching the show and trying to persuade others.

The young man who was introducing him just now looked at his back in silence.

I just asked behind him: "Have you thought it through? There's no turning back once you're on stage."

Wen Musheng jumped onto the competition stage in one step: "I'm sure."